his dick, including Brianna, and Mercy wasn't trying to be just another statistic.
The word on the street was that C-Note was a good dude, and she never really heard any dirt kicked on his name except that he was soft. He was known to get money, and he would go out of his way to duck the drama and the gunplay. He's what some would call a finesse hustler. She had heard that his older brother, Lynx, a renowned player, introduced him to the game. Lynx wouldn't let him accept anything less than a hundred dollars, so the fiends gave him the name C-note, a name that stuck with him. He was a nice guy, and on the strength of his brother, he could have any woman that he wanted. But he never entertained any from the hood. Not that anybody knew of, anyway. It was to no one's surprise that over a few months C-Note started coming up in a ghetto-fabulous way. He was pushing a new Lexus and slowly beginning to have three sets of projects on lock, which was making his name ring. Not only was he a stand-up dude, he was making major moves right in the footsteps of the brother, who was now in prison.
Mercy had never noticed how sexy he was until she saw him getting out of his car as she walked across the parking lot to the Chinese-owned store.
Damn, that nigga is sho wearing the fuck out of that wife beater, looking like a chocolate pop
, Mercy thought, licking her lips.
I'm always looking for a brother in a suit, but shit, I will take this wife beater any day.
Brianna was standing on the corner with her hoodrat crew. As soon as Brianna saw C-note pull into the parking lot, she rushed over so she could be heard and seen. Loudly, she screamed out, “Girl, you sooo funny, ahhh haaa-haaa.” Then she fell into laughter, trying to get C-note's attention. But he went into the store and never acknowledged her. Mercy laughed to herself and went to the back of the store to get Ms. Pat's Kool-Aid.
Brianna came in right behind her.
“Hey, C-note,” Brianna asked in a flirtatious manner. “How you doing?”
Mercy pretended not to be watching, but she saw that he never opened his mouth; he only threw his head up to indicate “What's up.”
Brianna bought a cherry blow pop while C-note went over to the grill side of the store and ordered food in a soft voice. “Yeah, let me get a, ummm, cheeseburger sub with no onions and a large fries cooked hard.” He leaned up against the counter to wait for his food. As soon as Brianna made eye contact with C-note, she began working the blow pop overtime, licking it as if it was a dick with a cherry on top. For a split second she had C-note's undivided attention. That is until Mercy came up to the counter with her packages of Kool-Aid and three cans of ravioli for Deonie.
Mercy never claimed to be anybody's beauty queen, but many people told her she was pretty. Although she was a bit on the thick side, she carried her weight well. She was one hot dog away froma size sixteen but often squeezed into a fourteen, always telling herself that she was going to lose weight. She had tried every diet known to man at least once. At five feet and eight and a half inches tall, she was voluptuous and curvy. Her white teeth complemented her dark brown skin. Never letting the gap between her two front teeth slow her down, she constantly reminded herself that it was only temporary. Since her job's health insurance plan didn't offer dental, she was saving her extra dividends to get braces. However, her well-maintained spiked short haircut was her trademark, and each piece was always intact.
Mercy's appearance snapped C-note out of the trance Brianna had him in. Brianna had mastered the art of how to get to the center of the blow pop, but now every ounce of C-note's attention was directed to Mercy. He was absolutely mesmerized by her in her pink stretch Twirk jeans and the Twirk baby tee to match. She was wearing her brand-new 5411 white-on-white high-top Reeboks.
Walking past C-Note, Mercy could feel his eyes glued to
The word on the street was that C-Note was a good dude, and she never really heard any dirt kicked on his name except that he was soft. He was known to get money, and he would go out of his way to duck the drama and the gunplay. He's what some would call a finesse hustler. She had heard that his older brother, Lynx, a renowned player, introduced him to the game. Lynx wouldn't let him accept anything less than a hundred dollars, so the fiends gave him the name C-note, a name that stuck with him. He was a nice guy, and on the strength of his brother, he could have any woman that he wanted. But he never entertained any from the hood. Not that anybody knew of, anyway. It was to no one's surprise that over a few months C-Note started coming up in a ghetto-fabulous way. He was pushing a new Lexus and slowly beginning to have three sets of projects on lock, which was making his name ring. Not only was he a stand-up dude, he was making major moves right in the footsteps of the brother, who was now in prison.
Mercy had never noticed how sexy he was until she saw him getting out of his car as she walked across the parking lot to the Chinese-owned store.
Damn, that nigga is sho wearing the fuck out of that wife beater, looking like a chocolate pop
, Mercy thought, licking her lips.
I'm always looking for a brother in a suit, but shit, I will take this wife beater any day.
Brianna was standing on the corner with her hoodrat crew. As soon as Brianna saw C-note pull into the parking lot, she rushed over so she could be heard and seen. Loudly, she screamed out, “Girl, you sooo funny, ahhh haaa-haaa.” Then she fell into laughter, trying to get C-note's attention. But he went into the store and never acknowledged her. Mercy laughed to herself and went to the back of the store to get Ms. Pat's Kool-Aid.
Brianna came in right behind her.
“Hey, C-note,” Brianna asked in a flirtatious manner. “How you doing?”
Mercy pretended not to be watching, but she saw that he never opened his mouth; he only threw his head up to indicate “What's up.”
Brianna bought a cherry blow pop while C-note went over to the grill side of the store and ordered food in a soft voice. “Yeah, let me get a, ummm, cheeseburger sub with no onions and a large fries cooked hard.” He leaned up against the counter to wait for his food. As soon as Brianna made eye contact with C-note, she began working the blow pop overtime, licking it as if it was a dick with a cherry on top. For a split second she had C-note's undivided attention. That is until Mercy came up to the counter with her packages of Kool-Aid and three cans of ravioli for Deonie.
Mercy never claimed to be anybody's beauty queen, but many people told her she was pretty. Although she was a bit on the thick side, she carried her weight well. She was one hot dog away froma size sixteen but often squeezed into a fourteen, always telling herself that she was going to lose weight. She had tried every diet known to man at least once. At five feet and eight and a half inches tall, she was voluptuous and curvy. Her white teeth complemented her dark brown skin. Never letting the gap between her two front teeth slow her down, she constantly reminded herself that it was only temporary. Since her job's health insurance plan didn't offer dental, she was saving her extra dividends to get braces. However, her well-maintained spiked short haircut was her trademark, and each piece was always intact.
Mercy's appearance snapped C-note out of the trance Brianna had him in. Brianna had mastered the art of how to get to the center of the blow pop, but now every ounce of C-note's attention was directed to Mercy. He was absolutely mesmerized by her in her pink stretch Twirk jeans and the Twirk baby tee to match. She was wearing her brand-new 5411 white-on-white high-top Reeboks.
Walking past C-Note, Mercy could feel his eyes glued to
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